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Authors: Melissa Gardener
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mean...look at it. Don’t you see?” The light in those eyes, they take me in. Sinking deep, I know I’m drowning.
Tilting my head to the side, I search her face. “What do you mean?” I see it, I do, but she needs to tell me.
She shakes her head, her smile blinding now, before launching herself into my arms and hugging me. “Thank you, Devon. This is perfect.”
Confused, and a little—or a lot—turned on, I hug her back. I may or may not rub myself a little on her thigh. Just a bit. It’s the eyes and the body and the girl.
“Ehmm, you’re welcome?” I breathe her in, burying my nose in her hair and holding her for what seems like forever. I take whatever I can get. My arms around her and hers around me, I relax and breathe as if it’s my last breath.
I feel her nose skim softly against my throat, making my breath falter and a soft groan fall from my lips. I close my eyes and hold her even tighter, not wanting this to end.
“Did you still want to kiss me?” she whispers, her warm breath making me shiver.
Swallowing, I nod into her hair and pull back slightly to look at her face. There aren't any more signs of sadness, all I see there is joy and lust.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I gently take her face between the palms of my hands and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. I won’t do it without asking this time. I won’t put myself in that place again. Not unless she says yes. Not unless she wants it as much as I do.
She nods slowly as her tongue peeks out of her parted lips, moistening them. As if she weren’t enough of a temptation, she fists the sides of my flannel and pulls herself impossibly closer to me. I know she can feel how hard I am. She does this to me. She turns me on and inside-out without even trying.
And dammit, I haven’t even kissed her yet.
Her warm breath washes over my face as I lower my lips to hers in a tentative kiss. She whimpers at the contact, and my breathing goes completely erratic as our kiss quickly escalates into a hot, passionate mess. She’s warm and sweet and everything I remember from the other night, but more this time because she wants it.
Taking her bottom lip between my lips, I suck on it lightly and trace it with my tongue as she takes my top lip between hers. She then opens her mouth to me, her tongue meeting mine as her hands roam up my chest and settle into my hair. I groan and pull her close, my hands going up and down her back, fingers digging into her skin.
We kiss and kiss, frantically touching each other, but I’m trying to be a gentleman about it, keeping my hands safely on Ashley’s hips, while she does the complete opposite and rubs herself against my obvious hard-on.
I’m not sure how it happens, but my hands end up cupping her tits while my mouth descends on her collarbones, licking and nipping with my teeth. “Fuck, you taste good.” Like sin and sweets and all girl.
Her hands are on my belt buckle and she’s fidgeting with it, brushing her fingers against the tip of my cock as she pulls at the waist of my pants.
This is going too fast too soon, but I can’t stop her. Taking her lead, I finger the edge of her shirt and pull it up, exposing her slender waist. I feel a little lost as her hands leave my pants and she takes it upon herself to shed her shirt by pulling it over her head.
And that’s when the haze sort of blurs out and reality rears its ugly head. “Shit Ashley, are you sure about this?”
Biting her bottom lip, she pants as her eyes roam my body, and then she finally speaks, her voice coming out low and raspy. “Devon...you are the blindest man.” She shakes her head. “I’ve been doing my best to...stay away from you. I’m not...wasn’t. God—” She fingers her hair, then brings her hand to my jaw, letting her fingers scratch at the stubble. “I didn’t think I could be with someone so soon...and I want this, whatever it is. Us.”
Threading my fingers in her hair, I lean down and brush a kiss against
Tilting my head to the side, I search her face. “What do you mean?” I see it, I do, but she needs to tell me.
She shakes her head, her smile blinding now, before launching herself into my arms and hugging me. “Thank you, Devon. This is perfect.”
Confused, and a little—or a lot—turned on, I hug her back. I may or may not rub myself a little on her thigh. Just a bit. It’s the eyes and the body and the girl.
“Ehmm, you’re welcome?” I breathe her in, burying my nose in her hair and holding her for what seems like forever. I take whatever I can get. My arms around her and hers around me, I relax and breathe as if it’s my last breath.
I feel her nose skim softly against my throat, making my breath falter and a soft groan fall from my lips. I close my eyes and hold her even tighter, not wanting this to end.
“Did you still want to kiss me?” she whispers, her warm breath making me shiver.
Swallowing, I nod into her hair and pull back slightly to look at her face. There aren't any more signs of sadness, all I see there is joy and lust.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I gently take her face between the palms of my hands and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. I won’t do it without asking this time. I won’t put myself in that place again. Not unless she says yes. Not unless she wants it as much as I do.
She nods slowly as her tongue peeks out of her parted lips, moistening them. As if she weren’t enough of a temptation, she fists the sides of my flannel and pulls herself impossibly closer to me. I know she can feel how hard I am. She does this to me. She turns me on and inside-out without even trying.
And dammit, I haven’t even kissed her yet.
Her warm breath washes over my face as I lower my lips to hers in a tentative kiss. She whimpers at the contact, and my breathing goes completely erratic as our kiss quickly escalates into a hot, passionate mess. She’s warm and sweet and everything I remember from the other night, but more this time because she wants it.
Taking her bottom lip between my lips, I suck on it lightly and trace it with my tongue as she takes my top lip between hers. She then opens her mouth to me, her tongue meeting mine as her hands roam up my chest and settle into my hair. I groan and pull her close, my hands going up and down her back, fingers digging into her skin.
We kiss and kiss, frantically touching each other, but I’m trying to be a gentleman about it, keeping my hands safely on Ashley’s hips, while she does the complete opposite and rubs herself against my obvious hard-on.
I’m not sure how it happens, but my hands end up cupping her tits while my mouth descends on her collarbones, licking and nipping with my teeth. “Fuck, you taste good.” Like sin and sweets and all girl.
Her hands are on my belt buckle and she’s fidgeting with it, brushing her fingers against the tip of my cock as she pulls at the waist of my pants.
This is going too fast too soon, but I can’t stop her. Taking her lead, I finger the edge of her shirt and pull it up, exposing her slender waist. I feel a little lost as her hands leave my pants and she takes it upon herself to shed her shirt by pulling it over her head.
And that’s when the haze sort of blurs out and reality rears its ugly head. “Shit Ashley, are you sure about this?”
Biting her bottom lip, she pants as her eyes roam my body, and then she finally speaks, her voice coming out low and raspy. “Devon...you are the blindest man.” She shakes her head. “I’ve been doing my best to...stay away from you. I’m not...wasn’t. God—” She fingers her hair, then brings her hand to my jaw, letting her fingers scratch at the stubble. “I didn’t think I could be with someone so soon...and I want this, whatever it is. Us.”
Threading my fingers in her hair, I lean down and brush a kiss against
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